[Granted, Lucia and Laz hadn’t really needed fancy. They just needed their family. Connie catered the whole thing, and they had a small ceremony at a church with a receptionin Connie’s backyard. Hannah flew in from London with her business partner, Felicity got time off work—even Avery was there.
She had to take comfort in the fact that Avery would be home soon. They would figure out how to deal with Elton when the time came, but for now, he’s safe. Now is the time to focus on the wedding and having fun.
As they arrive at the table, she glances over at Dawn as she settles into the seat next to her.]
Hey, does this qualify for our annual “Lucia is alive and not running herself off a cliff” check-in?
[Dawn gives a mock gasp, placing one hand over her chest. “And deprive me of enchiladas? Never.”]
( He never needed fancy. He's earned his way into a different tax bracket, but he's still the kid from the Las Vegas slums. Others' words, not his. He punches a kid for calling them that, once, back when he lived a different life.
He keeps Lucia calm about Avery. They can't worry. They deserve their happiness and to celebrate in Lindsay's. If Avery beats them home, Connie will make sure he's in good shape. )
Dawn, you know you're always welcome. Connie will never tire of your Buffyisms.
("Um," Buffy asks, putting her purse down and taking her seat. "What exactly are Buffyisms?"
Faith has answers, but she has a pretty distinctive mouth on her, too, so she lets her date push in her chair for her and join the festivities.
Jeremy leans forward to grab a piece of bread, also not going to be the one to comment on Dawn and Buffy's speaking patterns. )
( To use every word as liberally as possible. Some words even have, like five different meanings or three different pronunciations. Buffy's not doing anything people haven't for thousands of years, right? )
Not just us. We share in the butchering with Willow and Xander. And Cordy. Maybe it's just a Sunnydale thing?
[That tease is directed towards Buffy. Especially considering he's roughly twice her age, even if he doesn't look it.]
It's an endless cycle. Kids feel the need to create their own slang, to distinguish themselves from their parents and then they become parents and it starts all over again.
Only when it was meant personally, and, really, it was Buffy, and more at times Xander who led the charge.
("Hey," both of them sing out in chorus.
"Offense!" Xander says, holding a finger up.
"And I was young. And impressionable. Just because I--"
Treated the English language like a slinky?
("Or something much more meshy and malleable," Buffy says, making her point. "Aren't we supposed to be having fun with language? Isn't that how more language is made? And becomes? Klaus?"
"And how can I contribute to the hole you and Xander, here, have dug yourselves?")
["Yes, yes, you're very impressive," Lucia teases as food dishes start to come around and they all settle into their meal and quiet dinner conversation.
As the dance floor opens and they transition from the dinner to party portion of the evenings, Dawn gets up and nudges Jeremy gently.]
[They continue swaying and Dawn considers briefly over his shoulder.]
So, for the big road trip: are we going back to Kansas for your sister's birthday?
[She is neutral either way, and in her playing with online maps it seems like it can be a good stopping point before they cut west to Vegas and then up to Portland.]
Uh, ( he stumbles, briefly, following his thought process. that's right. ) yeah, if we can work it in. We could always fly in, too, if we're too far. Academically, is all this road tripping okay with you? It's a bust summer.
It's totally okay with me. School is out and I'm not teaching summer school this year, so we could spend all of it driving around and no one would miss me.
[Occupationally speaking, anyway. Her Slayer cell mostly runs themselves these days, but they know to call in for big problems.]
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[Granted, Lucia and Laz hadn’t really needed fancy. They just needed their family. Connie catered the whole thing, and they had a small ceremony at a church with a receptionin Connie’s backyard. Hannah flew in from London with her business partner, Felicity got time off work—even Avery was there.
She had to take comfort in the fact that Avery would be home soon. They would figure out how to deal with Elton when the time came, but for now, he’s safe. Now is the time to focus on the wedding and having fun.
As they arrive at the table, she glances over at Dawn as she settles into the seat next to her.]
Hey, does this qualify for our annual “Lucia is alive and not running herself off a cliff” check-in?
[Dawn gives a mock gasp, placing one hand over her chest. “And deprive me of enchiladas? Never.”]
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( He never needed fancy. He's earned his way into a different tax bracket, but he's still the kid from the Las Vegas slums. Others' words, not his. He punches a kid for calling them that, once, back when he lived a different life.
He keeps Lucia calm about Avery. They can't worry. They deserve their happiness and to celebrate in Lindsay's. If Avery beats them home, Connie will make sure he's in good shape. )
Dawn, you know you're always welcome. Connie will never tire of your Buffyisms.
( "Um," Buffy asks, putting her purse down and taking her seat. "What exactly are Buffyisms?"
Faith has answers, but she has a pretty distinctive mouth on her, too, so she lets her date push in her chair for her and join the festivities.
Jeremy leans forward to grab a piece of bread, also not going to be the one to comment on Dawn and Buffy's speaking patterns. )
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[Which is always fun, but can get confusing.
Benny shifts to settle next to Faith once she's seated and raises an eyebrow in return. "Sounds like you two have your own dialect."
Dawn glances back to him with a grin.]
That is a very generous way of putting it, but I appreciate it.
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( To use every word as liberally as possible. Some words even have, like five different meanings or three different pronunciations. Buffy's not doing anything people haven't for thousands of years, right? )
Not just us. We share in the butchering with Willow and Xander. And Cordy. Maybe it's just a Sunnydale thing?
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[Stefan places Buffy's drink next to her, and he can say that because he is an old man in a hot man body.]
Sometimes I hear some of the things the twins and their friends say and wonder if they're speaking in code.
[So maybe Buffy is right and it is just the point of the English language.]
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Laz sips from his beer before providing his commentary. )
I'm convinced the young kids in the neighborhood are speaking gibberish. Just, gibberish.
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[That tease is directed towards Buffy. Especially considering he's roughly twice her age, even if he doesn't look it.]
It's an endless cycle. Kids feel the need to create their own slang, to distinguish themselves from their parents and then they become parents and it starts all over again.
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( It always becomes something else. It is an endless cycle. )
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[She's clearly amused though, so that's not necessarily a bad thing.]
We just made Giles' suffer specifically. But given that he's a librarian, I'm sure he did take it rather personally.
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( "Hey," both of them sing out in chorus.
"Offense!" Xander says, holding a finger up.
"And I was young. And impressionable. Just because I--"
Treated the English language like a slinky?
( "Or something much more meshy and malleable," Buffy says, making her point. "Aren't we supposed to be having fun with language? Isn't that how more language is made? And becomes? Klaus?"
"And how can I contribute to the hole you and Xander, here, have dug yourselves?" )
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[She pauses and wrinkles her nose.]
Then again, I was kind of spawned from Buffy's brain, so I feel like that wasn't my fault.
[She glances up at Giles with a smirks.]
Do my fancy degrees make up for the pain I put you through?
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( And Willow and Xander. And Cordelia! )
You have no idea how proud I am of your matriculation and accolades.
( "Get two masters..." Buffy says, off to Stefan.
"And a PHD," Jeremy says, just as proud as he looks at his girlfriend. )
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As the dance floor opens and they transition from the dinner to party portion of the evenings, Dawn gets up and nudges Jeremy gently.]
C'mon. You promised me dancing.
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( But, fine, a promise is a promise. He slides his chair out and offers his hand to his girlfriend. )
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[They make their way out onto the dance floor and she drapes an arm over his shoulders with a smile.]
But still counts. No taking it back now.
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( Clearly, as he sways. )
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[They continue swaying and Dawn considers briefly over his shoulder.]
So, for the big road trip: are we going back to Kansas for your sister's birthday?
[She is neutral either way, and in her playing with online maps it seems like it can be a good stopping point before they cut west to Vegas and then up to Portland.]
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[Occupationally speaking, anyway. Her Slayer cell mostly runs themselves these days, but they know to call in for big problems.]